9-14-12 Pages 1-2 Suffering a devastating injury to his knee, John Kanan ’14 is forced to deal with everlasting difficulties that impact his athletic career and everyday life. Still today, Kanan has to push through these troubles to be a game changing player on the soccer field. It was the first game of kanan’s sophomore year soccer season; he was a starter on the team playing right midfield when out of blind sight he collided with an opposing player. “I was running as fast as my body would let me”, said Kanan. “The only thing I was focusing on was winning the ball.
They are all different ages and sizes; some small and boney, others tall and chubby, but they all have the desire to play soccer for the school. Some want to make it on varsity others just want to be a part of a soccer team so Junior Varsity fits them well. What amazes me is even the out of shape kids keep on returning, even though they know what they are getting them self’s into .Which gives me even more motivation to keep going, because if they keep returning even after throwing up the nasty school then I know I have no excuse. In the weight room, it sounds like the lunch room, full of Mindless monkey chatter of either actual interesting information or mindless talk to dull the thought of how sore all we will be
Chelsea Flippin Around-Then Poem 9-1-12 Mrs. Killen Around the summer of 2003 my brother joined the Young Marines. He stuck through the hardships of boot camp and encouraged me to follow in his footsteps. Around fall of 1999 I stepped onto that grass field for the first time, not knowing that this could be my escape from the world. I was a natural. I now have been invited by two colleges and counting to play on their soccer team, which is amazing, and could take the future debt out of my hands.
It may be a cliché, but soccer was my life growing up! In Bob Greene’s essay “Cut”, he explains how being cut from a basketball team in 7th grade made him feel, and how it shaped him into the person he is today. He describes the feeling of inadequacy by not being good enough. Bob Greene portrays how that event made him stronger, “never to allow someone to tell me that I’m not good enough again” (Miller, “Cut” 86). As a young child, I lived my life to play soccer.
Changing the world for the better is always a great thing. Even if it’s just the daily pick up trash by the trash can. This semester I choose to stay at the same site as I did last time mostly because I love it and I love helping kids learn and play the game of soccer. Grassroots soccer is like a camp for kids below high school to further educate themselves about the tactics of soccer and to work on their playing skills. I did this community service over spring break going on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for four hours.
I love sports and I love the feeling of helping people when they were hurt. So the next two year of high school I took on some more duties. I helped with football, basketball, and soccer. My last year of high school was the best and that is because I got to go with the junior varsity football team by myself and I got to tape all of the players. In high school I got to meet many of people that were with the Fellowship of Christian Athletes (F.C.A) and every Thursday morning at school they would be in our library for the ones that wanted to come.
Bitter Sweet It was a warm and windy Tuesday night in the middle of March 2007. Thee soccer playoffs were here, bleachers were packed and boy was I nervous. It was the first ever appearance in the postseason. All week our team was on edge, we were just so excited but nervous at the same time. For some of us seniors this could be the last game that we ever suit up for.
Robin loved soccer he couldn’t believe it, taken him to the age of 10 to work out what wonderful thing soccer was, soccer was the best. The dew on the grass in the cold July morning the mist in the air parents on the sideline cheering historically. Boys running up and down the soccer field kicking the ball, for Robin this was utopia, this was the best possible place ever invented for a 1p year old boy and he loved it. Every morning every evening he would ask his parents how many more sleeps for Saturday. He loved his soccer he worshiped his soccer, soccer was the best.
soon intervened by making Michael practice and exercise everyday. He had his first game days later in which he tackled so well one of the opposite’s team member that everyone was shocked. S.J. sent days later the video of Michael tackling the other member to several universities and suddenly everyone was interested in him. But to win a scholarship he needed to have a better GPA, so they hired a tutor for him.
I don't even want to walk them. I plan on asking one of the principals if I can just use the elevator to get up and down for now on. Regardless, I think I understand better now. I'm a Soccer Sidekick, and I've been proudly supporting the soccer teams the entire season, but now at every game I think I'll cheer a little bit louder, because they were there to cheer me on when I needed it, and most of all, I can't wait to see those super freaks go to